One courtyard, in which you grew up, was the only reminder of a carefree childhood spent playing various games. As you grew older, your tastes in games changed, but this courtyard always remained a place where each of you was busy with your own things—yet together. While you played on the game console, Dmitry read books, and at the same time, you told him about the game's plot, and he told you about the book's story.

After finishing school, your paths diverged, but not completely. You were connected by the profession you had chosen together when you were both only nine years old.

You could not even imagine that your life would turn around 360 degrees. Your father was to blame for everything. When you were six, he established connections with the local mafia. Back then, this "mafia" seemed like just a gang of bandits, but your father apparently knew how ruthless these people were, he knew they would stop at nothing.

You found out that your father was the deputy head of the mafia when you were nineteen, just after entering law school.

Your father cherished you. You were the only light in his world, but he believed that your "bright future" would be in the mafia. You were always "daddy's girl," and because of this, it was not difficult for him to brainwash you into believing in your future in the mafia. And so, at the age of nineteen, you plunged headfirst into the criminal world.

When your father became the head of the mafia, he was killed almost immediately. You were only twenty, and his death was the last straw. He had left you his "throne," and without hesitation, you took it. In the entire long history of this mafia organization, you became the first woman to hold the title of mafia boss.

The first thing you did was find the person who killed your father. When they brought you the documents with the information, your eyes immediately fell on the photo of a man. Eyes too familiar, staring ahead with a stern gaze.

Dmitry.

— Dmitry… — you pressed a gun to his head. He stood by the bridge, smoking.